London is in ruins. Nobody reached the beam, Hammer was completely annihilated. Rubble and fallen chunks of concrete litter the area surrounding the beam, which is still active. Harbinger is long gone, and Shepard could've sworn he just sacrificed himself, paying the ultimate price to rid the galaxy of the reapers once and for all, and secure peace...
There was a distant flicker of light. Voices. People. Doctors, maybe. He could hardly remember. It was all a blur to him.
Slowly, he felt himself come to. He couldn't explain how, but he knew he was alive. Quickly, he took a sharp breath, and opened his eyes.
He was alive.
